ninety-nine balloons (part 4 x fem!reader)

7- one, two, buckle my shoe

you writhed and wiggled in your sleep, the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong creeping up on you like a spider crawling toward a fly on the web. the air faintly smelled of cinnamon, a hint of hazelnut coffee in its soft aroma. your wicked sense of smell didnt give away where you were taken whatsoever, making your unconscious mind twirl with questions. 

you normally had some sense of consciousness when youre asleep, since your brain and ears are always active. the only reason your sense of smell was so sharp was because you would sniff out the scent of alcohol whenever your mother was around, and the scent of cigarettes whenever her boyfriend was near.

this skill always gave you a heads up on when they were around you or seth, giving the both of you the advantage when you needed to hide. though, this skill proved to be futile in this situation, as the aroma you picked up was welcoming, not menacing as you anticipated it to be. though, there was one giveaway to why you were positive that you werent at your own home.

seth is allergic to cinnamon.

the moment your subconscious realized this information to be true, your eyes snapped open, dry and itchy. being kidnapped in the middle of your sleep isnt the most comfortable situation to find yourself in, especially when youre sure no one has noticed your absence in routine yet.

the frightening sound of soft whistling edging near your door sent you into a spiral of panic, your every nerve on high alert. with thoughts tripping over one another, you decided to pretend you were still asleep, hoping that your abductor would just leave.

the creaking of the door to the room you were held in made you jolt, though not enough for the untrained eye to notice. after all, youve pulled off this act countless times when you still lived with your mother. "(y/n)~! come make breakfast- oh? youre still asleep?"

the voice was familiar to you, as if you had heard it all too recently. your abductor seemed to be female, perhaps in her teens or early twenties based on the young tone of the voice. you kept still, an empty expression on your face as you kept your eyes closed in hopes of convincing them.

the sound of the door closing again was the last thing you heard before everything was still and silent. letting out a small sigh of relief, you peered open your eyes and immediately sat up, taking in your surroundings. however, you immediately regretted that decision upon finding a dark figure in your peripheral vision, staring down on you as if you were to be killed any moment.

"so, you were faking it."

i wave of fear washed over you, prompting you to snap your neck in the direction of the speaker. a glint of murder reflected off of purple hued eyes, locks of raven black hair hovering in the air as if it were underwater, the pale skin it was attached to making the person look ghostly. it was that girl from the candy shop who came to your cafe! what her name again? yokuko..?

your muscles automatically tightened and braced for impact as she raised her hand, only to make you blink in surprise when she softly planted it on your head. slowly lifting your eyes to look at her, you felt an uneasy twist form in your stomach upon seeing a kind expression on her face, as if it were forged. "its alright, i forgive you for trying to trick me."

her hand tightly gripped your hair, pulling it up and away from your scalp as she yanked it upward. "but dont do it again, my little cook."

harshly dropping your head, the girl stalked back toward the door to the room, humming a tired tune the entire time. "get dressed. you need to help prepare food for my koichi. that's why youre here, of course."

tears pricked at your eyelids, threatening to overflow onto your cheeks. "why?! where am i! why am i here!"

"i hate repeating things.." the girl sighed, half turning her head so you could see her shadowed and threatening features. "lets make this crystal clear before i blow up on you. im yukako, though im sure you dont remember me. youre (y/n), the little cafe worker thats going to cook food for my darling koichi while i shape him into the best man he can be. the outfit to your left is going to be the one that you wear all hours of the day except for when you sleep. you have two minutes. get dressed and come to the kitchen."

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your shaking fingers fumbled with the buttons of your black button up provided by yukako, quickly tucking it into the red trousers that were included. your thoughts tripped over each other, the basic thought process turning into a trainwreck and your words coming out as a mess.

not wanting to irritate yukako anymore than she already is, you raced to find the kitchen, the soft grey carpet catching the treads of shined work shoes. as you turned the corner you found that an entire table of food was already prepared, a familiar grey headed kid sitting idle in fear at its end.  he quickly turned his head to you in anger and horror, "were you working with yukako?! josuke was right when he said you werent trustworthy!"

you quickly put your hands up in defense, looking around hesitantly for any sings of the girl before answering. "no-no way! i just woke up here! and, for the record, i dont even know who josuke is!"

"then.. why are you here?"

" that witch yukako said she took me to cook for someone named koichi, which i assume is you."

"i did," a sharp voice confirmed, making you jump, "so you better get to it or ill punish you again."

scurrying into the kitchen with your tail between your legs, you passed your abductor, who was pushing a cart full of more food, some of them filled with suspicious items that would surely count as torture if fed to someone. swinging open the kitchen doors, you found that the cooking room was fairly clean. a bit of dust here and there, but relatively clean.

you were a cafe worker that makes drinks and small treats, not a chef that actually makes food for people. nonetheless, you were determined to try your best to please yukako, making whatever food you could in order to not get hurt again.

quickly pulling out a carton of eggs from the fridge, you heard a shrill "great job!" echo from the room you just came from, making you wonder if koichi got something wrong then he would be fed something truly stomach churning.

shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you speedily fried up several sunny-side-ups, making them look as presentable as possible in hopes of not angering yukako. "i wonder if i can send out my stand to get help from outside- no, no... my range isnt that far!"

you continued to talk to yourself as you prepared more food, ending up with several plates of eggs, cake pops, coffee, spaghetti, and toast that needed to be sent out to koichi and his studies. not wanting to waste unnecessary time, you summoned a red balloon and attached it to a plate of pasta, allowing it to hover freely in the air.

no, you dont know the physics behind this, but youve given up on finding out. gently nudging the floating plate out of the kitchen, you watched as it gently floated over to yukako, popping as she stabbed the rubber with a butter knife, the plate falling flawlessly into her hand.

your eyes widened upon realization, 'she popped the balloon! if i give her an exploding one and she pops it, she'll get injured and allow me and koichi to escape!'

well then, (y/n), time to prepare yukako a mind-blowing meal.

hello you all! i know i havent put any notes under my recent chapters of all my stories, and im sorry..

but, i will be going in a SUPER lengthy hiatus.

yes, stories are still being written(as you know)

but i wont be really responding to anyone or interacting on other peoples stories >///<

im in a super tight place right now, and because of this, i will also be editing out almost all curses inside each and every one of my books, so it will be a while until each book will be updated (^^)

im sorry for any inconvenience. i know im not the best person, and there are plenty of better stories and authors out there than myself, but im trying my best to give my best to the few that actually read my shit-fics 0-0

in that case, im too depressed to threaten you so im just going to ask you to please drink some water. please.

stay safe, please love yourself a bit (even if its just 'i have pretty eyes'), and goodnight!

~trash author